I feel like it’s OOC for Phil to be soooo emotional about finding Clint alive when they totally thought it was a body recovery mission that he can’t help but kiss him.
It doesn’t seem very PHIL. BUT it’s the only way I can think of throwing Phil off enough that he would kiss Clint to start with and I need HIM to be the one that kisses Clint the first time, not Clint kissing him.
That reminds me that one of my favorite tropes is like sleep-deprived/drugged Phil doing/saying things he normally wouldn’t so I feel like it being a long mission that is not going as expected could be a big factor (depending on your plot of course)
What would make me the happiest person in the world is if I could go to grad school and get my Masters and, eventually, my Doctorate. But, as many of you students of the American system know all too well, it is really fucking expensive to learn.
I currently have, luckily, only 25K in student debt. But, if I want to achieve my dream of being able to say “I’m a doctor…but not that kind of doctor,” I am going to need some help.
I am looking for lovely and generous and kind people like yourselves to help me raise the $30,000 I will need to pay tuition, books, and possibly, air travel, and the start of some living expenses.
For some, that is all the convincing you may need. For others, no amount of my story will help because sometimes, you just don’t have the money. In either case, I would really appreciate if you could spread the word, signal boost this.
Or you can keep reading and get my whole sob story..the one that I don’t usually tell to people.
My sophomore year of high school started off great. I had new friends. I loved my classes. I learned to sleep with my eyes open in my 1st period class. I was singing. I was happy.
But then, my family got kicked out of the house we had lived in for 5 years. We were given 2 days to pack up and leave. 2 days to shove into boxes our whole lives. A lot of stuff got left behind. Movers were hired to get us out of there on time and they were shocked at how little time we were given. Professional movers, who moved evicted people out for a living, couldn’t believe it.
Hey guys! Veronica is a person I know IRL. A particularly wonderful person, who I would love to see get this chance. Both because I think she’s personally awesome, and because the world could use more female, feminist historians. Please consider donating or offering a signal boost.
i’m waiting for someone to write epic meta on why the reason bucky is so popular with female fans is bc his storyline being about being stripped of agency and personal autonomy resonates particularly with female experiences
I think you… just did it?
Yeah, this must be why most of the fic on AO3 is written with really great Black Widow, who’s never sidelined, ignored, or turned into a series of Dad Jokes. Because her plotline is about the same things.
Or why there’s a tonne of fanworks and meta about Gamora.
I’m not discounting or dismissing female fans who find that Bucky’s narrative resonates with them. But I think there’s meta to be written about how this storyline of being stripped of agency and personal autonomy, a storyline that applies to at least two female characters in the MCU, was not considered narratively important until it happened to a white man.
Fandom is notorious for wanting storylines that resonate with female experiences but dismissing female characters, such that even when we have two women whose storylines match that they’re ignored in favor of the dude. And THEN fandom is notorious for writing long essays about how they like the male character because he represents their experience in ways they’ve never seen before, without ever acknowledging that women are having that same storyline in more explicitlygendered terms right there.
That’s fandom in a microcosm. And I’m pretty sure that’s the point theladymonsters was making.
All of the above is true, but I wouldn’t blame media consumers so much as media creators.
Bucky’s storyline and experience with losing agency and autonomy is played out in an extremely engaging way. The movies show his before, during, and (presumably and hopefully) will show his after.
Natasha’s loss of agency and autonomy isn’t explicitly shown in the movies like Bucky’s is. (I believe it’s played out in the comics but I don’t know for sure). We only get an ‘after’ of Natasha; the way that she’s trying to rebuild and recreate herself. Her story is aftermath, not process.
Gamora’s storyline was handled terribly. There’s a lot of much better meta than I could write about this, but suffice it to say that the main thing that I took from that movie was “dear god i wish the movie actually addressed Gamora and Nebula in any substantial way”. Gamora’s reaction to her loss of agency revolved around Quill, rather than herself, and therefore, I think, packed a lot less punch.
Point being, Bucky’s experience is the one fandom latches onto because it has the best source material. It elicits the most emotional response because it was explored more and better than the stories of the women. Because misogyny.
#basically i don’t like blaming female fans for their engagement with media
For myself, I’ve made my peace with the fact that I want to work out all my issues of female experience on the bodies of male characters because it gives me a little distance from it. When those bad things happen to female characters, it’s too real, too close. I don’t want stories about women suffering violence and dehumanization; I want stories about women who are strong and fierce. I want stories about women who are as safe as I hope I am (and know I’m probably not). When I want a story about suffering and helplessness you’re damn straight I want it to be about a man, because I don’t want it to be about me.
“In Impro, Keith Johnstone writes that when improvisers try to be original, they fail. “Don’t be original; be obvious.” When you state the obvious, you actually seem original. Paradoxical, eh? Likewise, the more specific the feelings, experiences, stories – the more universal they appear. The trick is, what’s completely obvious to you isn’t obvious to anyone else. Many people can tell exactly the same story about exactly the same event, but if each speaks from their authentic point of view, each story will seem “original.””—Nina Paley, “The Cult of Originality” (via)
There are a lot of abuse and recovery stories out there in fandom. A lot of them are written by people who’ve never been in an abusive relationship. That’s fine, that certainly doesn’t mean you can’t write it, especially when it’s present in canon. Unfortunately, it does…
Undercover married fic where they’re investigating a marriage counsellor for reasons.
It totally works because they do actually argue like a married couple already so it’s not hard to keep it up in front of the counsellor.
The counsellor makes them do exercises like telling each other all the things they appreciate about the other, and truths about what they think the other thinks of them. Which all makes them see different facets of themselves/each other (and fall a bit in love, ofc).
So basically they confess how great they think each other is and how they’re only the way they are because they CARE. (“I don’t make you go to medical the doctor for the fun of it, Clint, I make you go because your health and wellbeing are important to me. Because it makes me sad to see you in pain or unwell.”)
And the counsellor asks how often they have sex and they’re both like eh we don’t anymore, no time, not in the mood etc (because they don’t! They’re not even together!), and the counsellor tells them to spend an afternoon laying in bed telling each other all the things they like about each others bodies just like they did with their personalities.
And it’s not like they intend to actually do it but when they’re in bed (they have to share a bed for reasons too), Clint says “I like your hands” out of the blue, , and Phil says, “I like your hands…” and then everything turns into an intense lovemaking sesh that neither of them signed on for at ALL but heck they don’t even care by the time they’re done.
So I have been HELLA productive on this one original novel recently, the one that my friend and I started in college and has been growing for nearly 15 years, and it just recently got handed over to my sole care so it’s like 107k plus some serious mythology right now and I feel like there’s going to be a complete first draft soon it’s exciting
it already had okay ability representation, I’m bringing some of the female characters forward in prominence as I shape the plot, and I am finding it fairly straightforward to change many characters’ races and a few orientations to make it more diverse in those ways
but I am realizing more and more as I close in on this draft that one of the main characters has a SERIOUS friendzone complex and I’m really not sure how much editing it’s going to take to turn the story into the kind of message I’m comfortable with sending to readers
Note: This is my first fill for this list of prompts for just so myths. I’m not gonna make any real attempt to get through the list, but I wrote a bunch of “And When It Does” today, and this crack is a nice break from my more serious projects.
Once upon a time, there were two gods. The first, Loki, was the god of trickery, of chaos and mischief. The second, Tony, was the god of dawning inspiration, and endeavors that snowballed wildly out of control.
Needless to say, they got on well.
This story begins one day when the two stood on the earth, beneath the stars, and there was neither a sun nor a moon to light them.
Actually, they weren’t so much standing as necking against a tree, but you don’t really have to know that for the story to make sense.
After a while, the god of inspiration spoke aloud, taking note of the darkness. “I can’t see a thing I’m doing.”
(He was trying to get Loki’s pants unfastened, but again, you really didn’t need to know that to get the gist of the myth.)
“Would you like me to untie it myself?” Loki inquired.
“No! Nope, I can figure this out. I am the god of I can figure this out, so I darn well better… You know it’s always really dark here.”
Loki pressed a hand to his face and sighed. “Here we go again.”
“Safety hazard, that. Someone should start a petition. Better yet, someone should skip the red tape and just put up a light.”
But can you imagine Professor X visiting SHIELD and then, amidst all these voices thinking about work and and files and se, there's this one voice that goes 'I wonder if I could make one of the surrounding buildings if I jumped from the roof of the triskelion and had a running start. probably not. ok what if i had a motorcycle start. what if i rode my motorcyle and then JUMPED OFF IT IN MIDAIR' and charles peeks in and steve is in a meeting, standing rimrod straight, looking super serious
oh my fucking god
The next time he comes in Steve’s thoughts veer off into the first few lines of Starspangled Man With A Plan, which is immediately followed by an impressive string of swears because HE KEEPS THINKING HE’S GOT THE FUCKING SONG OUT OF HIS HEAD AND THEN IT JUST CREEPS BACK UP ON HIM WHAT THE FUCK. Trying to dislodge it, he starts reciting some modern pop song about milkshakes and boys in your yard